Exile

I'm going back to the valley The desert from where I was born I'm going back to the valley The desert from where I was born If I can make it back on mountain time I'm gonna lock all the doors Ain't never leaving the county lines I stayed lit too long Baby now I'm all burned out I stayed lit too long Baby now I'm all burned out But If you like em all busted and broke A cautionary tale and a joke That's what I'm all about You can call me the west Texas exile Call it the final retreat I'm out here trying to out run my fate While I still got my boots on my feet If I had a soul I would have sold it a long time ago If I had a soul I would have sold it a long time ago Hey devil, where's that dotted line Gladly claim what's mine A bottle of scotch and some Marlboros That's all I'm worth You can call me the West Texas Exile Call it the final retreat I'm out here trying to out run my fate While I still got my boots on my feet You placed your bet You folded up Go on home kid You're outta luck You placed your bet You folded up Go on home kid You're outta luck Didn't anybody tell you This ain't no fuckin game You can call me the West Texas Exile Call it the final retreat I'm out here trying to outrun my fate I'm out here trying to outrun my fate I'm out here trying to outrun my fate While I still got my boots on my feet